Men of Tokyo: Forbidden Cravings

Content warning: If "twincest" makes you uncomfortable, don't read this book.

Some cravings will not be denied, no matter how taboo...

Due to popular demand, Mod and Tatou, the hot identical twins who are an integral part of the White Tigers series finally have their own story told. On the surface, they're mischievous and funny, good friends and a comfort to their fellow White Tigers when they go through life's trials and pains. But there is more to these two underneath their gorgeous exteriors. They had their own path to the White Tiger, a path fraught with difficulty, self- criticism, challenges and struggles. After all, they couldn't be in love with each other, want no other in every way possible and not feel conflicted right? So when the opportunity arose to practice the spiritually erotic path of the White Tiger in Tokyo, a place where they hoped to "cure" themselves of their problem, they jumped on it.

However, as they both learned, the heart loves who it loves and they will be faced with the ultimate decision: give the heart what it wants or face the possibility of an unfulfilled yet "normal" life where they are acceptable? Now that they've had a taste of heaven, they might just not be able to give it up!


Excerpt:

Chapter One
London, England a few years back

"Mod, what the hell? You've got to be taking the piss!" The indecent proposal he'd just passed along could not be real. Not from Angie, who'd been their mate since third form and had followed them to Uni.

Mod laughed. "I swear, T, I'm not!"

Tatou stared at his brother. Like looking into a mirror really, except that their mother's Thai features were more obvious on him. Mod's dark eyes were a touch narrower. And the grin on his full, pouty lips was always slightly more mischievous. The way he always slicked his black hair up into a fauxhawk only emphasized his devilish appearance. At least Tatou thought so. "Then Angie's taking the piss. These girls are mates."

In the main room of the suite, the girls' pajama party Angela had invited them to rang on. Some mates. Mild-mannered women by day, they'd transformed into ten horny college birds, giggling. An occasional cackle.

Mod took a swig of his beer and clapped him on the back. "Ask her yourself, T. She swears it wasn't her idea. Someone who finds the two of us quite fit asked her to pass the offer along." He hooked his arm so that Tatou's neck rested in its crook, and pressed their cheeks together, giving Tatou a whiff of his cologne. Spicy. Too good. "Just think, T, a hundred quid for a few seconds' snog."

Tatou wrenched out of his brother's loose hold, but not before a frisson went through parts of him it shouldn't have, parts he'd worked bloody hard to keep under control for a long time. "There are so many reasons we shouldn't do that."

"Hey, guys!" Angie's voice shot from the room followed by another shriek of laughter. The volume in the already incense and music-filled room rose. The natives were getting restless. And they wanted what a hundred quid would buy them.

That did nothing to wipe away Mod's shit-eating grin. The barmy bugger. He was always up for anything. But this? Did he really mean to tempt fate this way? A terribly disturbing thought flashed into his mind and he prayed that Mod would be drunk enough not to play the one card that might get him to give in to Angie's request.

"Name one reason, T." Shit, Mod was determined to push him.

"Well, first of all, Moddie, taking money for sexual activity is prostitution."

That pulled a throaty laugh from his heavily-buzzed brother. "The world's oldest profession. Nothing to scoff at. Okay, T. And what are the other reasons?"

"Well, there's one other, really." Tatou stepped in closer. Gay they both were, but that didn't mean you sucked face with your own brother. He had spent too much time and energy training himself to block that track in his thoughts since his mind tried ever so hard to go there and to bring his body with it. "In case you hadn't noticed, you're my brother? There've got to be a few injunctions in the Bible that tell us exactly where we're going to end up if we snog. Especially for a room full of horny chicks."